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"Sorry," she said, adopting a more somber and concerned expression almost instantly- realizing that laughter at what appeared to be a crime scene would probably be in bad taste. "It's just- how much do y'all want to be that the butler did it?"

"She really likes this kind of thing. Don't worry too much about it, though. We'll all walk out okay. That being said, it does hurt, so you probably want to avoid it, but we will be alright, if maybe psychologically scarred." They reached out to give the Musician a reassuring pat, realized they really didn't know her that well, and withdrew their hand.

"Sorry," the Musician said, "I'm... this is not what I expected from a birthday party, you know? I came dressed for dancing, not... repeat homicide."

"Yeah, she probably is. Even if she's not around here somewhere, she probably has cameras set up."

"If I were to guess, I'd say she's watching us from somewhere." He glanced up at the balcony, wondering if it was worth it to look around.

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Hi there,

Amateur radio is awesome, it's something I've wanted to get into myself in the future. Not enough attention gets paid to the radio these days, makes me feel nostalgic.

I appreciate the robot!

I'm a little cautious of the Internet: I just don't like giving away more to the open Internet than I absolutely need to. I might've mentioned this over the chat, but when I give data away, I view it as something of a transaction, whether that transaction is communicating with someone, communicating with someone on another person's behalf, or saying something publicly to the rest of the world, and when I make that transaction I prefer it to be an informed, conscious choice, rather than accepting private enterprises and data giants hoarding our data and information so it can be monetized as just a fact of using the Internet. I'd be happy to show you how the applications work if you're interested.

I do have plenty of characters that I've used for role-playing, and for my own writing (which I don't think I'll discuss here), but for this I'll probably have to make new ones, since I want to keep my different lives on the internet separate. One of the things that actually fascinates me about fictional characters is that they're actually in some ways a huge reflection of ourselves, and a ton of our own hopes, dreams, our self-image and how we view ourselves. Whether we mean to or not, lots of our psychology ends up getting wrapped up in our own fictional characters. So when I read about other people's fictional characters and start analyzing them, in a way, I'm reading about the people that write them, and the more naked their egos are in the stories they write, the easier it is to see through the story into the person writing it. Wish fulfilment characters actually are pretty fascinating because even if they're utterly disgusting to read about from an entertainment perspective, they're amazingly honest in terms of what they say about the person who's writing them.


At this moment I'm on the fence about writing missions myself, since I'm the type of person that prefers to build up, rather than punch down. If do write a PPC mission, it will be against my own Mary Sues that have never seen the judgement of the Internet and were written long ago, or ones I will write specially for the purpose of deconstructing them later. Best thing about that approach will be that it'll allow me to make them tailored to the kind of parody that I want to write, without needing to search through a lot of other people's badly written fanfiction to find something specific first. I think there are a lot of ways in which I could give back to the writing community besides that as well, although I'll have to stick around and see what you guys could use of my skills.

Two of my favourite continuities are Harry Potter and Star Wars, which have no shortage of fanfiction at all. I have other more esoteric favourites, but I'll let them come out as time goes on, or possibly over more private protocols.
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"You're just mad I solved the cipher, aren't you," they said before reaching down and picking up the card before putting it in a pocket. "See, she's not staying dead. Maybe we should go find whatever body she's inhabiting now? Or we could try and find out why this one is rotting."

Blaring up at you is a black skull and poison-green text:

Doom.

You suppose she might be sullen at you.

"I don't know if this is normal. I haven't attended any of her parties before, but I'd be willing to bet that we'll all be corpses a couple times over by the end of this party."

"Really? You gave one to him?" they grumbled. Then, they sighed. "It's a Homestuck Class. I'm not sure what it means if she hasn't given you an Aspect, though."

"Is this... normal, for her parties? Should I be worried about ending up a corpse myself?"

He appeared next to Ghast, curious. "I found one as well. Less fancy because it just says witch."

Then they started giggling to themselves. Goodness, Cal. What on Earth do you have planned for us? And what the heck are you doing? they thought, and then quickly sobered up as they answered their own question, No doubt it will involve a good deal of death that is a lot more real than whatever just happened. They sighed and wondered why they ever agreed to coming to the party; this was clearly going to be one wild night.

"Not in your ability to stay dead or not kill us, at least."

He wondered why it said what it did. Oh well. He considered it payment for a song well played. Or not.

In barely-neat writing is the message:

Vfp hmsv io rxzoh uk dz, dmocdns.

Face-up this time, it has blackened text in loopy letters:

Witch

Oh boy. This was bad. Really bad.

The birthday girl shouldn't die on her birthday. Sure, people should end off on a high note, but this was just wrong.

Overcoming his fear of dead bodies and excessive amounts of blood, he made his way over to where Calliope had fallen. Who in their right mind would put a spear right where the birthday girl would fall? That's some bad interior design, right there.

"Whelp. Only one thing to do at a time like this." He pulled out a violin and started to play a sad tune. Ok, sorta sad. It wasn't rapidly turning into a happy song. That's just your imagination.

"Either this is a fake corpse she's had for a while, or else she killed herself a while ago to use this, or she's doing something weird, like warping time. I wouldn't put any of them past her."

The Musician was not an expert in dead bodies, but she did know her way around a gawking crowd. She was in the front in short order, looking down at the Ghast and the now former-Hostess.

"That can't be natural," she said. "Doesn't it normally take a while for decay to set in?"

Cautiously, they step back from it, then pick up their sword and gently prod the body with its tip.

Unlike the original scene, it did not dissolve. The mouth does open slightly, and... um. Somefin about this looks wrong somehow. A little more decayed than it ought to.

She looked around, a black butterfly mask on her face, neck hair standing on end and prickling as her long brown curly hair brushed against them. A white dress with black in the front and chest featured white gemstones, so small they looked like snowflakes in the black cloth. Black high heels completed the look. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh HELP was all that was running through her head in this moment, aside from the fact that their hostess was dead. What was this, a sick reenactment of CLUE?

"Very funny, Calliope," they said, before vanishing and reappearing on top of the balcony. Their sleeve rustled, then a sword slid out of it. With a quick slice, Calliope's body was falling. They vanished and reappeared beneath the falling corpse, holding their arms out to catch her.